Payback (Unlucky II) [Story text] (Pixiv Fanbox)

[Narration: first person] A decayed and sickly albino woman, with her hair already bleached white and her haggard red eyes, Lies in an abyss of infinite black, wandering around in her delusions at the end of the tunnel. That's all that is left of her, and maybe she can barely remember her name but not much else. Something strong is corroding inside her and it lingers in that corrosive darkness. A sad, depressing being with a dark aura, full of anger and an insatiable thirst for revenge. What will become of her? Has she finally given up and started on the path to true perfection? Any trait, including hatred, of being an imperfect human in all its characteristics and in everything that makes her human, is an obstacle to perfection. Humans are born, grow up, wage wars, destroy and kill their equals, betray, rape and kill, but dolls, dolls are love, they are perfection, they are infinite beauty, they are the immortality. They have never left a bad mark on this world, because they never really began to exist, they only exist to be loved and cared for, to be treasured and to be dressed by their owners and to be a reference of perfection. The only way in which the human can reach his perfection, which has culminated years of evolution of the human being and the technology that he has created, is to aspire to be a cute defenseless little doll that has nothing more to give to the world but love. Who in her right mind, having this great opportunity to transcend her humanity, the one that grows old and slowly rots, would want to be a human again? Not everyone has that opportunity to transcend and evolve. Perhaps... Those who have wanted to go back, should never have had that great opportunity? Good dolls have no judgment or judgment, and if they have retained those traits, perhaps they should never have become dolls. How dare to besmirch someone with such a sacred status of non-existence and transcendence? Dolls cannot even die, because they have never been born, you cannot kill something that has never been alive. It is immortality in its purest form... Who is capable of reaching such a point and then turning his back on this cynical and beautiful reality? There is not even anything left of her, she does not remember who she is or anything of her life, however, something wanders inside her using her as a vehicle... Something that perhaps can no longer be considered herself. Is it stronger, for this little doll of mine, is her desire for revenge stronger than the search for perfection? Maybe I should give her another chance to reach perfection. What if instead of a sex doll, she feels better being a puppet, a plushie, a wind-up doll, or maybe… maybe a figure. That albino woman quickly shrunk in my hands and I quickly show her some of the best advantages of being a defenseless little doll, a figure that must be delicately cared for and pampered in every detail. I run one of my immaterial fingers the length and breadth of her body, while the poor little doll seems to offer some resistance, in vain of course. Poor defenseless doll, so immobile and tiny, while her cheeks redden and her eyes tremble when she cannot contain the emotion and excitement. The life of a doll is so exciting and exciting, and so calm at the same time, that sometimes I, an immaterial being who only watches from afar, a victim of the ambition of human power and my own ego, I feel envy of them, at least they exist, of course, even though I had certainly never seen myself as a doll, and I am curious at times... But you, rebellious little doll, still move one of your fingers... The good dolls do not move, But you, you constantly rebel! What will become of you? Maybe... Maybe you need a little help! Yes! That must be! Maybe if I constantly stimulate here between your legs. Just looking at how her small and defenseless body vibrates and vibrates, to the point that the nerves in her eyelashes vibrate when she feels so much helplessness and so much ecstasy overload. All that is quite exciting, as I move my finger under her skirt, and while with another one of my fingers I caress her delicate waist, surely that will be enough to make her reconsider and accept her reality as a doll... However, even with all that, the doll still has some reflections. As I slide my finger over it, I see how her little foot moves and how it tries to offer, in a useless way, some resistance. Although it is useless to resist, the intention to rebel and resist is visible. I don't understand what other stimulus this little doll needs. Maybe I should bathe her in wax or something like that, Mwahahaha!, but… that is not possible unfortunately, as long as she is only in the last of her delusions and no one out there has that great idea. It will only take a little longer for her to surrender to the abyss and her original identity will be permanently lost. What other stimulation does this rebellious little doll need to give up? [Image 1] Perhaps this little doll should prove to be a wind-up doll, because for each step, and for each movement, something breaks inside the doll mind. Also, it is not something that has been tried so frequently, so surely this will be the solution for this rebellious little doll. Suddenly a hole appears in the back of the doll, and inside that hole a large golden key to wind. Without wasting time I begin to wind it, then release the doll on the table and see how it moves perfectly each step. That sound of the winding mechanism is music to my ears, while I see the poor little doll with a very intense gaze suffer and love that exciting experience at the same time. However, something does not fit with the doll, because each time it moves more slowly, even if I wind-up too much to move for hours. Finally, after a short time, the doll falls immobile, while moving one of its feet in an unstable way and some of its fingers. It seems that this doll refuses to give up…. [Image 2] Then I have no other alternative. Maybe if I show her by force what her position is and how vulnerable she is… Yes! I'll undress her and show her who's boss with a pencil… A pencil rubbing her vagina and her breasts! Mwahahaha! How desperate do I have to be to play with it with a pencil? Maybe... maybe I start to feel vulnerable as I see the doll moving and gesticulating more and more, regaining more and more of its mobility, no matter what? do to keep it in that state? Huh, it even seems like she's started talking… I'm so unlucky that I can't even play with the fragile minds of these girls turned into dolls, although, this is the first time that has certainly happened. [Image 3] Maybe this doll is hopeless, she is so useless that she is not even good at being a doll! Maybe.. Maybe her desire for revenge is the only thing that keeps her moving, since at this point, after so many months, she is now just an empty shell, perhaps moved by a deep and infinite hatred. Perhaps if I let her go, and she takes charge of her revenge, there will no longer be anything that moves her and she finally assumes the reality of her as a doll. Sure… It's not like I, an immaterial being trapped in nothingness, can really influence that… Although perhaps, now that I think about it, could this have a biological reason? Out there in her delirium, maybe something is happening with her body... I remember that this little doll is albino and her skin is more sensitive, and this type of doll is only fed by the sunlight that reflects on her skin... Could it be that, due to the sensitivity of her skin, her body has acquired too much energy and metabolized that fuchsia substance to expel it later? It would be something quite convenient... Just when it only needed the last push to cease to exist permanently. Perhaps this rebellious doll and her story are more interesting than she thought and become something worth telling and watching. Who knows... How far will our avenging doll go? And what was this doll’s name? Leah? I don't remember, that is not supposed to be important, but now that circumstances have changed, maybe it will be in the future. [Narration: third person] It is then that Leah wakes up from her last delirium, apparently now her body can move, although still very clumsy and rigid, all while it is in a garbage container along with other doll parts and other human turned into dolls, perhaps those dolls were discarded after their owner wanted to make room for new acquisitions. Leah does not remember who she is, nor does she know what to do, but she only feels a very strong impulse that guides her to take revenge on her executioners. How far will Leah go in that feat? [Image 4]